Welcome!

Hi Everyone,

Welcome to my new blog *cowers*....What follows are the ramblings of a madwoman....enter at your peril!

No seriously, I wrote these mostly during the period 2009-12 and they represent what was, for me, a very dark time.  Perhaps they might be called my 'therapy' during those times which, I hope for some, may provide ample comparison to the unique experience of love and all it's associated emotions.

I take my inspiration mainly from musical verse.  As a former songwriter, I now have very little time to play and so, prefer to play with words instead.

Enjoy!

Bronagh

At University

Why are things so black and white? as I lie awake at night, 

wondering 

Whatʼs their ministry?

This magpie-riddled territory

is blinding me

I cannot see 

A bunch of names upon the wall 

a faceless throng of ʻbeckʼ and ʻcallʼ 

I wonder what will come of me this night, 

at University? 

Will I crash and burn under adversity? 

or rise above this adverse city? 

Who will hold the fateful key,

to stall my burning anguish? 

Me.

As I sit astride the radiator warming my diminished soul 

My feet are cold like steel My hands are tied, I cannot feel.

I wonder what will come of me, this night at University?

At Last

Anachronistic, cyclical past
so glad Iʼve freed myself at last from the shackles 
of the past and all thatʼs passed.
Loveʼs passed away and now Iʼm free At last!

Blue Eyed Monster

You haunt me daily

like a friendly ghost, I don't know how to cope

I try and try, remembering

the reasons why I ought to have forgotten you by now

I ought to have begotten you by now

Now I know how numb I have become

as I succumb hopelessly

to the thoughts of you without me

-all our guilty pleasures merging endlessly

into an action replay:

on and on I pause and replay;

pause and replay

pause and replay

Hindering my soul's adventures

Hampering with all my endeavours.

In vain, I fervently remember

all the good times

blurred by all the 'should' times;

Help me Lord-eradicate the onslaught

of the thoughtless Blue- Eyed Monster

Death by Drowning

I wonder if its possible
to drown in ones own tears? 
To die of broken-heartedness, 
or cancer of my fears?

If so, my life is over and
I cannot win the fight. 
Love life, career?
Everything seems like its out of sight

When all I want is happiness
 and yet my misery compels me 
toward loneliness and takes control of me
I know that it will happen when its meant to, naturally 
But Iʼve been blinded for so long that even laser surgery canʼt help me.

I can see only shades of darkness silhouettes and dreams while sunlight exposes all my flaws for all to see

Down in Dublin

The only sign of life today

is water on my window pane

it drips and drips like time gone by...

Overhead a magpie flies

Swooping along, ‘to’ and ‘fro’

just like my thoughts;

aimlessly thrown

on this sheet of paper

Sometimes I feel like

flying away

Soaring freely, among the foray 

or migrating to warmer climates

and dancing in the wind 

like a murmuration

Dublin Syndrome

Excuse me all you happy people, Could you not be so?
Iʼve got a major dose of Dublin Syndrome and I canʼt let go
It makes me want to close my eyes and ears and hide away 
For seeing people kissing puts my very head astray